Jing Hengbo had fainted.

But Sang Tong instantly went mad.

Her eyes also bulged wide, but with excitement beyond belief, staring at that patch of white and red. Suddenly she threw back her body and let out a shrill laugh, “Hahahaha how could I release her hahahaha you’ve been tricked hahahaha just wait to die with your eyes wide open…”

In her laughter, she leaned back, almost protruding beyond the steel plate, casually pushing Jing Hengbo back into the carriage while the fire starter she had been holding in her right hand fell down!

“Slash.” A curved arc, seizing this moment when Sang Tong protruded beyond the steel plate, arrived suddenly like the coldest moonlight.

“Ha…” The trailing sound of laughter was still in her mouth when the next instant, half of Sang Tong’s head along with half her shoulder exposed beyond the steel plate suddenly vanished.

The mirror-like plaza was splashed with dripping foul blood with a splat.

Yelu Qi, who had struck, came flying like lightning.

But no one looked at him, and no one paid attention to Sang Tong’s fate—the fire starter was about to drop!

At this moment, seven figures suddenly appeared ghost-like around the carriage!

One person on the carriage roof called “Hey!” and lifted the roof!

One person hung upside down like lightning, called “Hey!” and caught the falling Jing Hengbo.

Four people surrounded the carriage on all sides, called “Hey!” four times, exerted force with both hands, and with four pops, the four walls of the carriage were suddenly in their hands.

The fire starter was now only a hair’s breadth away from the carriage bottom!

As soon as it made contact, it would still burn and explode, and the eight people present would still be unable to escape.

The six idiots dismantling the carriage acted as if they didn’t know the severity of the situation, laughing heartily and shouting in chaos, “Seventh Brother, your turn!”

The last person didn’t dismantle any carriage panels.

He suddenly kicked sideways.

“Here I come!”

With a thunderous sound, the carriage with only its bottom and wheels left immediately caught fire, carrying smoke and flames, rolling forward. At an even faster speed than before, under the stunned gaze of tens of thousands of people, it charged forward relentlessly, stylishly, domineeringly, and awesomely, crashing thunderously into the Jade Radiance Palace wall!

…

Smoke and dust, raging fire, the fire carriage turned into a cart, a big black hole, a section of collapsed palace wall, scattered bricks everywhere, and wall tops still burning…

An audience struck speechless with stupidity, and guards who ran down the city walls in alarm like a pot of ants calling for rescue everywhere.

And in the center of the plaza, completely unaware they had done something disastrous, the idiotic senior brothers celebrating their success with laughter and jumping.

“Hahaha I lifted the carriage roof!” The one holding the roof like a great cauldron.

“Hahahaha I saved my wife!” The one holding his wife and taking advantage.

“Hahahaha I moved the carriage panels.” The one holding carriage panels and dancing.

“Hahaha I blasted the Jade Radiance Palace.” The one holding his belly and laughing at the palace wall that had suddenly opened a mouth.

…

Jing Hengbo was completely awakened by the spinning and loud laughter of the idiots.

Upon waking, her ears were still buzzing, the sky was flying back and forth before her eyes, there was lots of black smoke, and a white face bobbing up and down.

“What the hell,” she murmured, “the air in the underworld is too bad…”

“Wife, are you awake?” The white face leaned over, Nail Polish Lord’s crescent eyes were smiling so much they almost disappeared.

Jing Hengbo was immediately awakened by this call of “wife.”

The sky was still that sky, smoking, the ground was still that ground, blindingly white, but the people… the people… the people were wrong… ah… Gong Yin… Gong Yin!

The scene from the moment before fainting flashed through her mind with ice crystals and blood.

The ice-sealed Gong Yin… the descending armored guard… the raised long sword… the flying head…

“Gong Yin!” Jing Hengbo’s sudden piercing scream startled Yi Qi, such a great master, that his hand trembled and he almost dropped her.

“Hey hey, wife! Wife, what’s wrong with you?” Yi Qi frantically patted her face.

Jing Hengbo slapped his hand away with one palm, and with another struggle had already landed on the ground.

The moment her feet touched the ground, her body flashed and she was already running toward the palace gates.

The soldiers and people of Imperial Song once again stared dumbfounded at Her Majesty the Queen, running barefoot across the plaza like a ghost, shouting as she ran: “Gong Yin! You idiot Gong Yin! Fool! Retard! Imbecile! Mongoloid! What madness possessed you to deal with Old Lady Sang! Who allowed you to casually go die, you’re forcing me to die ah ah ah you’re forcing me to die ah ah ah…”

The people listened, first in a daze, sincerely admiring the Queen’s vigorous cursing skills; then wanting to laugh, thinking whoever was cursed like this was quite tragic. But the laughter hadn’t fully formed when suddenly a sour ache surged in their hearts—her cursing actually wasn’t vigorous at all. Her voice was hoarse and miserable, and by the end it was all sobbing, desperate sobbing. She was barefoot, and after running just a few steps, her feet were cut by wood chips and broken stones on the ground. But she seemed completely unaware. The white stone plaza had floating light like snow, marked with two rows of shocking bloody footprints.

Floating clouds surged, dusk gathered on all sides. Under the dark sky and wild land, only her frantic footsteps echoed, only her desolate figure rushed forward, only her blood-stained long hair scattered in the wind. Her footsteps pounded like mournful drums, beating on everyone’s hearts.

Yelu Qi stood stunned at the edge of the plaza.

The Seven Killers eldest brother stopped laughing, staring at her blankly.

But Jing Hengbo suddenly stopped.

She saw the headless ice sculpture in front of the palace gates, still standing quietly, not even melted.

The sky gradually darkened, dark light flowed over the ice sculpture, and on the ground was a large patch of shattered ice and snow mixed with scattered bloodstains. The armored guard responsible for the military dissolution seemed stupefied, shouldering his still-dripping sword and staring at her foolishly.

Jing Hengbo suddenly rushed over.

She crashed headfirst into that tall armored guard’s chest.

She didn’t curse, but without a word caught the man and gave him a thorough beating. Though it was fancy fists and embroidered legs, she used teeth and mouth together, fists and feet flying, with impressive momentum. The man didn’t dare fight back and was pushed back repeatedly, his face bitter as a beggar’s.

A whole plaza of people stared dumbfounded at the Queen silently beating someone up.

After a fierce beating like a violent storm, Jing Hengbo suddenly turned around and threw herself at the headless ice sculpture.

“Crash” went a sound, and the ice sculpture swayed.

Jing Hengbo, who was pressing her face against the ice sculpture, was stunned and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why was it so light?

Why was there no bloody smell?

Wait, this break…

She suddenly looked up at the “neck cavity” of the ice sculpture before her.

She hadn’t dared look before, afraid of seeing the bloody broken opening. But now as she looked up, she realized that far from a broken opening, it seemed to be just a hole, empty with nothing inside.

Jing Hengbo was stunned for a second.

Then she jumped up in one swift motion, reached out, and started digging into the opening.

The soldiers and civilians in the plaza gasped.

Jing Hengbo dug twice and found empty space. Her eyes went a bit straight, and she looked at her trembling hands, seeming extremely overjoyed yet so overjoyed she didn’t dare accept it. After thinking, she simply explored with her whole body.

Millions of soldiers and civilians in the plaza watched as their Queen suddenly burrowed into the broken opening of Gong Yin’s ice sculpture, seeming to be digging for something, her head completely buried inside, her bottom sticking up toward the sky…

“Oh oh…” The people made sounds of amazement.

“Sigh…” Yelu Qi in the distance suddenly let out a long sigh of disappointment.

“Ya ya,” Yi Qi scratched his head, “what’s wrong with my wife? Has she gone crazy?”

“Congratulations,” the six idiotic good brothers patted his shoulder mournfully. “Your hopes for your love rival’s demise have been shattered.”

Jing Hengbo’s pose now had both feet pointing skyward.

People in the distance could only see the shadowy outline of her buried in the ice.

Then suddenly Jing Hengbo jerked upright, shouted “Ah ah ah” loudly, grabbed a broken stone by her feet, and smashed it bang bang bang in wild succession.

Ice chunks flew, debris covered the ground, and the ice sculpture was quickly smashed to pieces. Everyone stared wide-eyed, their gazes sweeping back and forth like searchlights.

Ice chunks, ice chunks, ice chunks everywhere.

There was no one inside at all.

Everyone’s expressions were no better than Jing Hengbo’s—where was the person? Where did he go? They had clearly seen with their own eyes the State Preceptor covered in snow and ice, and immediately an armored soldier came down to behead him, with almost no time for fakery. It was precisely because the action was so clean and efficient, the time so short, that Sang Tong believed it. But now, could such sleight of hand really have occurred in such a short time? An illusion?

“He burrowed underground,” Yi Qi said, staring at the ground and curling his lip.

Jing Hengbo’s gaze fell on the ground under the ice. Obviously one stone slab was lifted up. She opened the stone slab, revealing a very rough tunnel underneath that was clearly hastily dug.

Some truths, once revealed, are just that simple. The only thing that could amaze people was the timing. When Sang Tong said she would crash into the palace gates, Gong Yin immediately rushed back. After that, Sang Tong’s carriage quickly arrived. The time in between was absolutely insufficient to dig even the simplest tunnel.

But with Jing Hengbo’s schemes of “recording last words” and “two peaches kill three warriors” to delay, the carriage speed slowed, and Gong Yin finally had preparation time.

When Jing Hengbo saw that tunnel, she understood everything. With a ferocious expression, she rushed over and shouted down below: “Gong Yin! Come out right now! I promise I won’t beat you to death!”

Of course there was no movement below. Jing Hengbo didn’t jump down either. After thinking, she turned and headed straight for the palace gates. After two steps, she lifted her foot with a “hiss.” Looking at the bloody mess on the bottom of her foot, her face immediately became like a bitter melon.

“Hiss ha hiss ha, so painful so painful.” She hopped on one foot, finally realizing the pain.

“Wear mine wear mine!” Yi Qi immediately eagerly took off his shoes.

“Don’t wear his, his feet stink. If you wear them, you definitely won’t see tomorrow’s sun.” The idiotic senior brothers immediately pushed him to the back of the crowd, resolutely blocking him with their broad backs, and began taking off their own shoes.

“Wear mine!”

“Don’t wear his.”

“He has athlete’s foot.”

“He has rotting toes.”

“He doesn’t wear socks.”

“He hasn’t changed these shoes in three years.”

…

No fixed target, indiscriminate area-of-effect attacks.

One of the important life principles of the idiotic senior brothers—what a brother fancies, must be destroyed; what a brother likes, must be snatched; when a brother wants to show off, absolutely don’t let him show off; what a brother doesn’t want… I don’t want either.

As for liking or not liking? NO. No such thing. In their lifetime they only liked one thing—singing the opposite tune.

Jing Hengbo retreated three steps and held her forehead.

One idiot was already earth-shattering, a group of idiots was simply unbearable.

She would rather walk barefoot across Dahuang than deal with these seven handsome and tall Seven Killers masters who were each distinctive in their own way, but unfortunately each distinctive in their idiocy as well.

Yi Qi had already kicked down his disastrous senior brothers, stepped on their corpses, and brought over his shoes, while affectionately crouching down to put shoes on Jing Hengbo.

“Let me put them on for you…”

Suddenly the palace gates behind opened a crack, and a white silk ribbon flew out swiftly, wrapped around Jing Hengbo’s ankle, shook, and lifted.

With a whoosh, Yi Qi watched helplessly as Jing Hengbo, who had been within his grasp, flew up and disappeared behind the palace gates, followed by a bang as the palace gates closed without ceremony.

Bang, the sound of the palace gates closing behind was muffled. Jing Hengbo hadn’t even steadied herself when her fist swung out, “Come out quickly, I promise I won’t beat you to death…”

Her fist was forcefully grabbed, jerked forward, and with a bang she crashed hard into a warm chest.